there's no easy way out

Target. I swear that place sometimes drives me crazy. There are these retards that refuse to turn their head by 45 degrees to their right and notice the wide open other half of the front lanes. Oh well, I'm just the guy that rings crap up, right? I can't really say much anyways; I've been a moron myself lately as well. The time I sleep, not doing homework, various other things... even the way I've been playing W3 lately. Will stopped by today, and I rang his crap up. Something then came up about some stuff being labled on sale or something, I dunno. I did sell one glow in the dark skeleton and a pumpkin costume. Target is pretty whack; I've been wearing the same janky red "take this job and shove it" t-shirt forever now with no offer of a replacement, then Flora comes along with her 90 day review and gets a nice-but-still-janky Target polo shirt. Now that is some serious hateshipness going on.

During (my extended) break, I found myself talking to Flora about hot guys... again. Yikes! At least it was sorta fair this time and the whole time wasn't spent talking about other dudes. Somebody today was being (negative + mean)^2 today though. =\ Let's see what I can remember being made fun of... my chapstick, my rhetorical skills, my reading materials. I'm sure there were more, but there's "too much that I can't even remember." Then I got dirt smeared on me. =/ But it's nice to know we all still live down on earth. Then after we both got off the 03 kids wanted to take pictures for the yearbook. I knew there was something that we forgot to do last year... Anyways since I was the only digicam guru not in the pictures I naturally took the photographer job. Flora gave me a fatty 35mm camera in addition to the Canon, and it reminded me of days gone by when taking pictures was a specialty for me. Many "natural pose" (haha, stat-class term) shots were taken, but eventually the kids settled in and took some real nice poses. Hopefully a nice one goes into the yearbook. Then there came a little discussion on what hot and cute is, and the differences and pros/cons of each.

I swear there were infinitely more quotes, but here's all I can remember from the day:

"Hey Jerry, (aka) Mr. Supreme."
"Jerry ranks right up there with duck crap."
"You deserve a beating for making me think of that."
"I get lost in it."

"You wont punch thru this."

From TNG:
"I thought it was just harmless infatuation, something hormonal and not emotional, then as the months went by I realized it was something. Though I would never act on it I couldn't deny it."